Bracca

Once again I found myself plummeting towards imminent doom. The transport ship had come to a hover over the scrap fields of Bracca, and unloaded its haul, with me included. I clung to a hunk of metal, thinking fast on what to do. I had no fear, this was nothing I hadn't survived before. Looking down, I noted that I was heading towards the wing of a downed Star Destroyer. Perfect. Holding on tight to the metal, I braced myself for impact.

With a loud crash, the metal hit the Destroyer's wing and began sliding down at a blistering speed. The impact shook me to my bones, but it would have been much worse had the ground not been sloped. However, this introduced another problem, I was now essentially surfing the metal, careening towards the edge. That would be a drop I wouldn't be as fortunate to survive. Still, I kept my cool. Glancing over quickly, I noted a makeshift platform that had been created, no doubt for the scrappers to work on. Holding my breath, I leapt across, and tumbled onto the platform. The metal was cold and wet, soaking my undersuit thouroughly, but at the very least I was no longer falling.

I took a moment just to lay on my back, admiring the night sky. My whole body ached horribly, but I was still alive. That was all that mattered. I took the opportunity to reflect on the events of the past few hours. Within such a short time, everything I had been working with the First Order to accomplish was wiped away. Starkiller was destroyed, Hux and Ren may be dead, and the Resistance had their first big win. Worse yet, there are traitors in our midst. The stormtroopers shouldn't be capable of mutiny, their brainwashing prevents it. But somehow, FN 2187 accomplished it. If he could, who knows when someone else will?

The experience was humbling, to say the least, as I realized the weakness of the faction I had chosen to align myself with. No more First Order after this, I decided. I'll go back on my own, make my own life once more. But in order to do that, I would have to get up. I clenched my teeth, my whole body still in pain, and pushed off the ground into a sitting position. I attempted to get up, but the wet surface led me to slip, falling down right back where I had started. I grunted in pain, almost confident I heard a snap from my right arm. Sure enough, my right sleeve was now stained red from pooling blood. I must have caught it on something on my way down. I quickly tore off the sleeve at the shoulder, and examined the wound. A morbid curiosity had me wondering if I could see my bone, but I decided it wasn't smart to try. I quickly fashioned the torn sleeve into a bandage, wrapping it tightly around the gaping wound. Once that was done, I used my left arm to finally push myself up to my feet. My knees trembled, but I managed to stay standing. Now, the next step was to get off this rock.